About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver grumbled under his breath as he unloaded boxes from his truck. ‘Why does everything always happen here?’ As he reached for another box, his hand brushed something cold and metallic—a spare tire. With a groan, he realized it was his own lunchbox, left behind in the rush. 'Great,' he muttered, 'now I’m stuck with my own sandwich.'
2. At dawn, an early bird shopper fumbled with her shopping list in Dillon’s parking lot. Suddenly, her pen started humming and dancing across the paper, writing itself. The words scribbled themselves into a note: ‘Dillon’s employees are secretly rock stars!’ The woman laughed aloud, realizing it was just another urban legend. As she drove home, she saw a delivery driver happily strumming his guitar behind the wheel—proof that some stories never leave us, no matter how many times we dismiss them.
3. At dusk, a neighborhood dog began barking furiously every Tuesday night near Dillon’s entrance. No one could figure out why until one curious child asked their parent if it was guarding something invisible. Finally, someone suggested that maybe it wasn’t guarding anything but just chasing its own tail in the reflection of the store’s neon sign. The next Tuesday, everyone gathered to watch—dog barked, tail spun, and indeed, it was just an optical illusion. Since then, locals bring their dogs on Tuesdays for a good laugh, calling it ‘Tail Chasing Night.’
4. At midnight, a security guard dozed off behind the counter, only to be jolted awake by a distant humming sound. It grew louder each night, but no one else seemed to notice. Finally, after weeks of growing annoyance, he confronted the source: an old fan heater in the storeroom. Turns out, it was on a timer and had been keeping our sleepy guard company every evening. Everyone got a good laugh, except maybe the poor fan heater.